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The Photographer | 2018

  • kylapollard01
  • Dec 16, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Mar 11, 2025

The photographer
asks why the air smells of smoke
Like he don’t know
Black girls become a fire in one sitting 
A pile of ash 
in a church basement 
Or 4      candles     on a sidewalk      curb
Like he ain't never been a bystander to a black girl burning 
He asks about the history of the land 
Like he don’t know 
Our brothers are under there 
Along with the bottles, candy wrappers, and other weapons 
That put them in their father’s suits 
He makes comments about the empty bottles, old clothes, and garbage 
He thinks pollution is killing the land 
So he captures “the mess”  
Like he don’t believe in seances 
Like he never saw us get up and leave the tomb 
Like he don’t know my dead homies will rise and haunt his white ass
Like he don’t know this hood is holy 
land

 
 
 

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